At a certain point you get burnt out on the lies
And how so many can’t see that they’ve been buried by propaganda
You check out
You take a mental health day
Which turns into a mental health month
And the world begins to fade into the rear view
Liberation from the digital cage is easy
It’s a process of alienation and rejuvenation
You separate yourself from one reality
To be born into another
You leave the palace of zeros and ones
And come into the kingdom of flesh
And oxygen
Walking in the sun on houston in nyc
Graffiti on the sidewalk
Says
This isn’t real
The whole of this earthly plane
A preparation towards heaven or hell
Are these the end times
Or just a dress rehearsal
I feel depression nip at my heals
But even depression seems like a bore
After all we’ve been there before
Life is a series of events and relationships
Which fall away like sirens passing and fading on a city street
I think the key is to not take it too seriously
When you have days like these
Sundays where Jonny Cash reads you the Bible
This too shall pass
Even Jesus felt forsaken
That was what he yelled out right before his last breath
That after all is the measure of our sin
To be forsaken
To be rejected
The real king was mocked on the way to oblivion
This world is set up to wear the best of us down
At a certain point you check out
And survive through the wonders of ambivalence
You detach from your earthly core
The digital version and the one made of flesh
Who here will capture us
Who here will save us
Our supposed revolutionaries sell suitcases to the elite
No one is immune to seeing their name in lights
I don’t begrudge anyone
Not even the hypocrites or the traitors
This world is at times impossible
Just keep your head down when you have days like those
And repeat the serenity prayer
And the mantra
This too shall pass
That’s the voice of a seething mind
I sat there on the porch writing that to you
To God
To the wind
To time ticking slow
It’s a Sunday
There was a meeting I was late for
A meditation meeting
I got there while it was underway
With my bottle of water and sugar free energy drink
The room was quiet and half full of people with their eyes closed in various states of meditation
Candles lit and lights down low
The self pity stations I was tuning into were still audible but becoming harder to tune into
Before I knew it
The speaker was talking and people were opening their eyes
And the sharing began
The reading was about pain being the touchstone to spiritual progress
I could relate
Life on life’s terms
We all float in the ether of transformation in these parts
Listening to the room share
Alleviated me from the cloud of me I was floating in
That’s the magic of the rooms
They steal self obsession and beat it up in the alley outside
So you can commune
And find relief without picking up
Everyone needs a program
Whether they know it or not
If you don’t find a program
A program will find you
And the kind of programs that look for the lost
Aren’t the kind you want around
We aim for progress not perfection
Thank God for that